Pop Down The Years
So they told the tale of the golden sun
And the shining girl who lived within
So pretty
I'll go now
I know now
Just where I'll find her
So the story goes we wore the clothes
To make it seem all possible
The hope it was
All gone now
So long now
But not forgotten
We tried so hard to make it come true
A perfect dream, sun bouncing, sky blue
Pop down the years, still shining on you
Translucent songs that made the world new
Those summer days, your sweet perfume
Just filled the air with magic
A symphony
So bright now
All light now
They watched us dancing.
A slip of time, a ray of sun
A floating song of a perfect world
And endless love
How softly
How sadly
Young hearts were broken
We tried so hard to make it come true
A perfect dream, sun bouncing, sky blue
Pop down the years, still shining on you
Translucent songs that made our love new
I've been in the studio with a musician, of all creatures, working on
an arrangement for Pop Down The Years. I thought I needed a real musician to help me. I think these guys believe they
get paid by the note. After two sessions I gave up.
I am reminded of David Bowie's 50th birthday
concert at Madison Square Garden ... where his guitarist Reeves Gabrels
turned Robert Fripp's magnificent, timeless 3-note guitar figure for
"Heroes" into a 6-note monstrosity ... the beginning of the end of
their partnership, I believe.
In any case, I'm scrapping everything we've done. Writing the proper arrangement on my own -
as it should be - an homage to the songs of the golden era of pop music
- and then back into the studio to rerecord guitar and vocals.
Like I should have done in the first place.
Here, you can download the original, just me and my gr-33.
*"Knox,"
you ask, "what do you mean 'perfect?'" And my reply is,"Child, Pop Down The Years is my
favorite song of ALL my songs [today] and I wouldn't change a thing on this
particular rendition. Therefore I like to think of it as the perfect
love song to the music of my youth, and to a girl, of course."
But then you might just say,"Bongos, Knox, it needs bongos."
And, jeeezus, you might be right.
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